Some say the world will end in fire. Most people say December 21st, 2012. Well, I now it will end with one thing. Guns and blood. How do I know? I was a watcher. Some say that once you make a decision, it's permanent. Well, It's not. Life is about making choices that can go wrong, and when they do, you fix them cause nothing is permanent. So when someone asks where you are in your life, you'll know. Well, I don't. And never did.

Beep Beep Beep. The IV dripped into my system. And I was asleep. Well, I was either alive and in the hospital, or dead and in heaven. Either way I wasn't going to hell. Which was a sigh of relief. I could hear Nick talking to me. "Melanie…Please wake up." He told me. I was alive, or he died too. "MELANIE!" he told me while gently shaking her to wake up. I moved my head back and forth slowly, and opened my eyes.

I was alive. I survived. I wasn't in hell. I was in a French hospital. "Nick, I thought I was dead!" I told him.

"Well, clearly you're not." He told me with a laugh.

"Don't laugh!" I told him. "But…but…Carver shot me… and threw his lit cigar at me…I'm dead. And this is heaven."

"Melanie. He shot you in the thigh. I've never seen anyone die from that kind of shot. And the cigar was lit. It just hit your jeans."

"But…how'd I get here?"

"I drove you. Of course."

"What? But you were pushed…. There's no way."

"Well… I guess he let go of his grip on me for some reason. He probably though you were dead, so there was no point for him to push me anymore."

"What happened?"

"I got out of the car when carver was right next the side of the van… I moved all of his weapons…he's dead."

"Nick. You killed Carver?"

"That son of a bitch should have been executed at birth. I could tell in his eyes he was related to Hitler in some strange way."

I laughed. "Nick. You're my hero."

"Don't say that. I'm not superhero. I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I have twenty bucks in my pocket. I know I can't support you in any way. But I-."

I cut him off. "Love you." I told him. He was leaning over the hospital bed and he slowly reached for my hand that wasn't bandaged up. Before we moved any farther, he got up and shut the hospital room's door.

He walked back to me and got in the same position he was in before he got up. He leaned closer to me, tried to be careful not to hurt me anymore then I already was.

When his lips touched mine, it was fate. The five o clock shadow of his rubbed against my cheek, and it tickled my fancy really hard. When his tongue touched the tip of my lips, I slowly opened up my mouth and are tongues started to dance.

That kiss was long. I had no idea how long it was. I backed away from him, trying to catch my breath. "I Love you Nick. I don't care that you're almost ten years older then me. I want to spend my life with you." I panted to him.

"You're trembling." He told me.

"It's okay. I'll be alright." I told him, still trying to catch my breath from making out.

Then there was a sharp knock on the door. Nick quickly tried to catch his breath before he got up to open the door. "Who is it?" I asked.

Nick didn't answer. All I could hear was the women behind the slightly opened door.

"Is this Melanie Withers' room?"

I sucked a huge breath in. I knew that voice from somewhere. But who was it? I analyzed through my mind whose voice sounded like that. Nothing.

"Nick. Come here." I told him. "Don't let her in just yet."

He walked over, and I whispered something in his ear. "What does the girl look like?"

"Sheds about five feet six. Bright red hair, and lots of curls. She's probably about thirty two years old by the looks of it."

I instantly started crying. I knew who it was.

"What? Why are you crying?" Nick asked. He took my hand and gently put his lips against it.

I was too shocked to even explain to him. He stood there, while she was behind the hospital door waiting for Nick to let her inside to visit.

Nick walked back to the door and told the women outside the room to wait just a minute. She replied with a simple, "Okay."

He walked back to the hospital bed. I had finally stopped crying, but the tears were still running down my face. "Tell me who it is." He asked.

"Open the door. Let her in." I told him.

Nick quickly walked back to the entrance and the women smiled. I took a deep breath in and started crying up happy tears.

The woman was my mother.

A/N- Sorry the final chapter was so short. If I added anymore, it would just drag on and on. I hope you liked this story! It's my first story that I actually completed without giving up on it! Trust me, I had NO idea this story was going to turn into something like this. Review please. (:

-Brooke